Miracles Do Happen Poem by Soumili Karmakar

It was a cool winter breeze,
Snows were falling down to freeze.
A gravely concern of mine, 'what to call, whom to call.'
Ended up with my heart
Calling as, my align.
Since, ages smirked.
A young child by a golden heart,
About to run.
Shall I call it a photograph to be captured?
Which was hard to be graphed in rapture.
In the picture,
eyes could only acknowledge the beauty of the galaxy,
Without attaining the depth of their sweet connection.
Meadows, full of green valleys gilted with sunny rays of the grand yellow Sun.
Sharing one's light,
Doesn't makes one dull.
Here, I waited to see the sunset like an orange plum.
I saw him bidding farewell for the day to the Moon, who was on time to see off his friend.
Though, he couldn't walk pass by him.
But still managed to glance the whole of him through his eyes everyday, without fail.
With a cheerful face the Moon shone brightly,
As I had to return; some works undone lately.
The care we seek, the acceptance we wish,
Often are answered,
But hardly one notices.
I praised his manner, and glory.
Mine effort was minimal,
All do I recall.
Just stood there, watching at him, to where I belong.
Making my departure a bit late,
Was not at fault.
Painting up my walls with seven divine colours, made my heart dance along.
Who knew that the whole night would pass?
Who knew that tomorrow with you would last?
They say, ' it is all darkness', but I couldn't trace such a feeling, or experience, by making my heart beat less.
As I was inclined towards the moonlight,
I felt the mild gentle wind touching my face.
You know, I've always been a window child.
My only confidants were high up in the sky.
My father is also one of those stars that guides my way back home.
Nature's love is serene,
So are the love's of some dead.
No discrimination, no elimination at all.
The bare foot of mine was delighted to experience the softly wet ground.
Eyes, if I could speak were nurturing the beloved above,
Who lighted our hearts with lanterns of love.
A cloud came near the Moon,
As if waving her hand at me.
Little did she know, I was acquainted by her presence.
I and my eyes, both passed on smiles intensely.
Gracious - my heart exclaimed in this merry counsel!
Stars were glittering like diamonds,
The sound of air was felt by ears for a thousand years.
And I was immersed in noticing them, eternity was written down.
One had to listen, one had to understand!